Stationary Drifting


No one is quite sure when it happened.

How the heart was broken.

It seemed so protected in its layers of brick

yet now we can only stand looking

at the scattered shards.

And walk so carefully.

Lest one take hold in a gap in our socks

a hole in our pants

a scab that has not quite healed.

For it one were to disappear

to be ground into powder

or to break skin

it will not only fester in its new location

(because heart pieces are quite toxic on their own)

but all would be lost


we would never be able to put it back together again

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